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 Macedonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Livin' Joy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Cymande,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
Drive Like Jehu,
a-ha,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
the Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.