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 Taipei.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Yaz,
The Cure,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
X-102,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
Dennis Brown,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.