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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
Darondo,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
The Mummies,
Television,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.