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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
The Tremeloes,
Terry Callier,
The Cowsills,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.