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 New Zealand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
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 chamberlin 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 The American Breed to the funk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oneida,
The Remains,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
The Index,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.