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 San Marino and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Bronski Beat to the grime 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
John Cale,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
Neu!,
Make Up,
Technova,
Grauzone,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.