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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bronski Beat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
Cybotron,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
The Doors,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.