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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 CMW to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
the Association,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dawn Penn,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
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Mad Mike,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.