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 Mauritania 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Glambeats Corp. to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Rekid,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
Suicide,
Oneida,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
Franke,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.