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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra to the grunge 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
Wings,
The Martian,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swans,
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.