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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Residents to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Pagans,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
Zapp,
The Smiths,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.