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 Chile and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 John Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
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,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
Faust,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
Mark Hollis,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
Sparks,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.