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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Sneak to the jazz 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pierre Henry,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
Colin Newman,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.