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 Haiti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Ten City,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magma,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.