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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Moon to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Moon,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.