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 Lesotho and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 The Misunderstood 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Nas,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.