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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Move,
The Dead C,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
DNA,
Inner City,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
Guru Guru,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Reagan Youth,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.