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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Doobie Brothers to the funk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
Lyres,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
Excepter,
Easy Going,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
Joy Division,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.