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 Finland and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Infiniti,
the Association,
The Busters,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Glenn Branca,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.