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 Niger and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Altered Images to the dance 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
AZ,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
Nico,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.