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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
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 rhodes 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 Anakelly to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
The Wake,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
The Count Five,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.