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 Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon,
Absolute Body Control,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.