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 Slovenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 grime 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Pole,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
Mars,
John Holt,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.