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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nirvana to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a marimba 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?
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
Eve St. Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.