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 Togo and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scrapy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
Parry Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
Porter Ricks,
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
David Axelrod,
Babytalk,
MDC,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.