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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Barrington Levy to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway,
The Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
Crime,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Technova,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.