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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 DJ Style to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
The Associates,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.