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 Bhutan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Sneak to the punk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.