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 Kenya and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
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 linndrum 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
Monolake,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
UT,
Neil Young,
Q65,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.