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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 World's Most 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
Peter & Gordon,
Hardrive,
cv313,
Dark Day,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
The Motions,
10cc,
The Zeros,
The Move,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.