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 Portugal and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Star Department,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arcadia,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.