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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Bronski Beat to the funk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.