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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Yellowson to the funk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Newcleus,
H. Thieme,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.