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 Maldives and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 10cc to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
The Misunderstood,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
Judy Mowatt,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
ABC,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.