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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
EPMD,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.