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 Suriname and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
Freddie Wadling,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Television,
ABC,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.