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 Honduras and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monks,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.