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 Norway and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nas,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.