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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
the Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
Magma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.