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 Zambia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
MC5,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
The Pop Group,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
Camberwell Now,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.