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 Belgium and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Boredoms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
Gong,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
Flash Fearless,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.