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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
Urselle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
Tres Demented,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neu!,
Niagra,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.