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 South Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Deakin,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.