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 Angola and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bang On A Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
DJ Sneak,
Symarip,
Visage,
Hashim,
Smog,
Wings,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Young Rascals,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.