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 Latvia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.