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 Peru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.