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 Somalia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Intrusion 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
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,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
Sister Nancy,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
Japan,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.