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 San Marino and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Bang On A Can to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.