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 Singapore and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Bobby Byrd to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
a-ha,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
Agitation Free,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.