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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Bobby Byrd to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens 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?
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
CMW,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.