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 Gabon 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 CMW to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.