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 Finland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.