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 Burundi and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
ABBA,
Scion,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.