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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
UT,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
Robert Görl,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.