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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grey Daturas 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.