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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 The Mummies to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bluetip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
Connie Case,
The Move,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.