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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 clarinet and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
June Days,
Altered Images,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Flag,
MDC,
The Selecter,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flipper,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Q65,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.