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 Maldives and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
John Holt,
World's Most,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
June Days,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.