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 Monaco and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Scott Walker to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.