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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tommy Roe to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
Can,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
Bush Tetras,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.