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 Taiwan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Style 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.