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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
The Names,
Nico,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.