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 Cyprus 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The United States of America,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Wings,
the Swans,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.