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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
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 arpeggiator 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 Mantronix to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
B.T. Express,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
The Litter,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.