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 Poland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
Minnie Riperton,
K-Klass,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
Monolake,
Black Sheep,
Ituana,
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
Deakin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
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.