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 South Africa and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.