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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Television Personalities to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
CMW,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.