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 Dominica and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks,
Smog,
ABBA,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
The Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.