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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Liliput to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
X-101,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.