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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Tubeway Army to the funk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
Scion,
Minor Threat,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
AZ,
Audionom,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.