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 Netherlands and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Von Mondo to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
Davy DMX,
Rod Modell,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.