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 Egypt and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 EPMD to the punk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25,
ABC,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
Bush Tetras,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.