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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Groovy Waters to the grime 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.