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 Andorra and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Supertramp to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
New Order,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
F. McDonald,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.