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 Palau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Crooked Eye to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Age Steppers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.