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 Comoros and from New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
The Index,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Graham Central Station,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.