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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funky Four + One to the disco 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a L. Decosne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
Ituana,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
Scan 7,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.