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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swell Maps to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Josef K,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
Motorama,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
DNA,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.