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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.