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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Toasters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Yaz,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
Technova,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.