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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
Unwound,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.