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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Cybotron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
Sparks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
The Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Wells,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Kaleidoscope,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.