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 Philippines and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scion,
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
Skarface,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
Hoover,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.