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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
Nico,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.