A Self-Made Man by David Byrne

Who are you now? Who are you now?

The future will be a nightmare where we will all have plug-and-play genetic code. Every measure you define yourself by will be alterable: your body, your mind, your personality, possibly your soul. Those with means will eliminate all they find unappealing about themselves, and hobos will sift through these discarded features in the prayer of improving who they are.

Were living in a dump
Trying to figure out what sex we are
Exchanging chromosomes
Trying to bargain for a better future

It’ll be a bit like it is now, with uneven access to nutrition and medicine affecting individual appearance and health, but much more direct and sci-fi creepy. Every aspect of your being will be a commodity.

I’ll trade you my potential mental illness
For your bad teeth

It won’t all be positive though. Outlaws with no regard for what was once considered natural to humanity will wield every Darwinian advantage.

Now we got a black market
A black market in designer genes
The most beautiful, most intelligent
Criminals you’re ever seen

The current constraints on what you can be will no longer apply. Your possibilities will be limitless.

What I am, what you see
Is exactly what I chose to be

You’ll be anything you choose to be, and you won’t know who you are.