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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
Massinfluence,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Suicide,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.