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 Montenegro and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans 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 rap 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxette,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Magazine,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
Scion,
the Normal,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.