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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fall 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
Pagans,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.