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 Kosovo 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Derrick May to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Monks,
Qualms,
Groovy Waters,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
The Slits,
Cluster,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.