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 Mali and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 The Birthday Party to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
Symarip,
Quantec,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
Can,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.