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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Grauzone to the rock 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Television,
Interpol,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.