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 Moldova and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Smiths to the crunk 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.