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 Qatar and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Near,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
Liliput,
JFA,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.