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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
The Martian,
Oneida,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
Ronan,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
Chrome,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
Television,
The Doors,
Brick,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.