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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
MDC,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
Mars,
Monolake,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.