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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Slave,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
Harmonia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
Radiohead,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
Marine Girls,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.