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 Slovakia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Man Parrish to the grime 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
The Stooges,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Lyres,
Kayak,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.