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 Canada and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Doors to the disco 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.