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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
the Slits,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.