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 Peru and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Make Up to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
Wire,
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
The Techniques,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.