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 Guatemala and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Banda Bassotti to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
Joey Negro,
Howard Jones,
The J.B.'s,
The Victims,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sound,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.