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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
Can,
Oneida,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
Sixth Finger,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
Model 500,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.