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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bizarre Inc. to the punk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
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,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Sherman,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
Wolf Eyes,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.