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 Tonga and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 ABBA to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 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?
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
the Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
The Birthday Party,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Erykah Badu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
The Walker Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
Bronski Beat,
Nirvana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.