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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rakim to the crunk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
Chrome,
Rod Modell,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
AZ,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.