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 Monaco and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ludus to the disco 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
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,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Scientists,
Scan 7,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.