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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
X-102,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
The Gories,
Bauhaus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
La Düsseldorf,
Negative Approach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cure,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.