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 Moldova and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Enemy,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
AZ,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
Mad Mike,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.