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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the funk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
MC5,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.