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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Count Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Mo-Dettes,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
The Smiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.