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 Rwanda and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fear to the disco 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
Lyres,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.