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 Australia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Little Man to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
Audionom,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.