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 Morocco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Count Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos,
Inner City,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.