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 Colombia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 The Offenders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
Rekid,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.