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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sound Behaviour to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
Monolake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
Inner City,
Glenn Branca,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Deadbeat,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.