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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
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 Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lungfish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
AZ,
Brick,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.