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 Bolivia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
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 mellotron 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
Skriet,
CMW,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
Erasure,
Technova,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.