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 Spain and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the punk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Pole,
Al Stewart,
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.