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 London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lebanon Hanover to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
Deepchord,
Nico,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.