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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Cameo to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
Can,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
The Human League,
Motorama,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.