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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Joyce Sims to the crunk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.