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 Haiti and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Average White Band to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
Juan Atkins,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nas,
Kas Product,
UT,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.