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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Oblivians to the jazz 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
Nico,
Kas Product,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Bluetip,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.