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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 AZ to the dance 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Maurizio,
Yaz,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Wings,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
Deakin,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.