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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joy Division,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Slave,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.