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 Fiji and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Red Krayola to the rock 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Brick,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Interpol,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.