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 Bolivia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
EPMD,
Cameo,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
Animal Collective,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ituana,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.