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 Serbia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Toasters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
Lower 48,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.