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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 This Heat to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Monolake,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aswad,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.