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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Ossler to the electroclash 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Television,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
Average White Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.