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 Malta and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Inner City,
Darondo,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
The Offenders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
Hardrive,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.