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 Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Q65 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Hot Snakes,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
The Mummies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.