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 Morocco and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 kango's stein massive to the grime 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
the Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
Ludus,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
Skaos,
Wings,
The Smiths,
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magazine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
John Coltrane,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.