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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
Tomorrow,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
R.M.O.,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.