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 Egypt and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
Deakin,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
Magma,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.