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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 The Invisible to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
Goldenarms,
The Wake,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
Make Up,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.