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 Poland and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
DNA,
Crime,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
New Order,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.