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 Pakistan and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Detroit Cobras to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.