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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 The Grass Roots to the electroclash 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
Oneida,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.