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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pretty Things to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liliput,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
World's Most,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
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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.