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 Belgium and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
Pylon,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Audionom,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
Magazine,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
Roxette,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.