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 the UAE and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 the 40 Watt.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Black Dice,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.