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 Suriname and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
Quantec,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
The Fugs,
Oblivians,
Alton Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.