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 Bahrain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drexciya to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Cosmic Jokers,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
Babytalk,
Wire,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.