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 Comoros and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masters at Work to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar 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 Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Fugazi,
Bush Tetras,
the Association,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
Blancmange,
Suicide,
Amazonics,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
Organ,
Whodini,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.