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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Surgeon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
Alphaville,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most,
X-102,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
Deakin,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.