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 Japan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 jazz 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Chrome,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Wally Richardson,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
Brick,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Smog,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.