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 Togo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.