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 Jordan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dual Sessions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Pole,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
UT,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.