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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Janne Schatter to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Litter,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
Henry Cow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.