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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Archie Shepp to the techno 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a spring reverb 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television,
Agent Orange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
Scion,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.