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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Grauzone to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Ten City,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cybotron,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.