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 Indonesia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Victims to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
Mo-Dettes,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Dead Boys,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
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.