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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
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 808 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 Lightning Bolt to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
Nas,
Index,
T.S.O.L.,
The Happenings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
Hashim,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
The Motions,
ABC,
Q65,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.