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 Tunisia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Andrew Hill to the punk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Names,
Malaria!,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
The Vogues,
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.