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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
Cybotron,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Green,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.