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 Morocco and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
Animal Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Monks,
UT,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
Warsaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
Erasure,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.