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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.