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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Adolescents,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cybotron,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.