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 Portugal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Buckinghams to the funk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow 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 crunk 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 clarinet and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.