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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
The Selecter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Darondo,
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
Roxette,
Y Pants,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.