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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agitation Free to the dance 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
The Toasters,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.