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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spandau Ballet,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Los Fastidios,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.