Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lithuania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mark Hollis to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Scientists,
Ronan,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.