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 Serbia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
Graham Central Station,
Malaria!,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide,
Lalann,
Ultravox,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
Franke,
Icehouse,
ABBA,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minor Threat,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.