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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
The Grass Roots,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Can,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.