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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel,
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.