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 Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
Accadde A,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.