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 Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Rosa Yemen to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
Gabor Szabo,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
The Index,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.