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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.