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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
H. Thieme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.