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 Iraq and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
the Human League,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
The Litter,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
Goldenarms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.