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 Azerbaijan 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 John Coltrane to the dance 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.