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 Gabon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
Boz Scaggs,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
Moby Grape,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.