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 East Timor and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 John Foxx to the techno 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
Robert Hood,
Zapp,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.