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 Greece and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan 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?
June Days,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.