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 Australia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fall to the funk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thompson Twins,
The American Breed,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.