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 Japan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nas to the funk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Fugazi,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.