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 Iran and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Popol Vuh to the disco 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
Japan,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
Peter & Gordon,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.