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 Cuba and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Pet Shop Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
Organ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.