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 Senegal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
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 snare 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
Hoover,
the Swans,
The Count Five,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
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.