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 France and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
Ossler,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronan,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.