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 South Africa and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Niagra 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
Darondo,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.