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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
Black Flag,
The Move,
CMW,
The Gories,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
Ituana,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
Nas,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Index,
Guru Guru,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.