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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
Gastr Del Sol,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
Hardrive,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
CMW,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.