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 Libya and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Organ,
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
UT,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.