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 Liberia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Cameo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
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,
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
MC5,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
Au Pairs,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
Sandy B,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
Blossom Toes,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.