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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alarm Clocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
The American Breed,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
Kayak,
Josef K,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.