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 Angola and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Ronan to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
John Holt,
Quantec,
Monolake,
The Slits,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.