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 Ireland and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Altered Images to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
Can,
the Association,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
The Real Kids,
The Monks,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.