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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Sneak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABC,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
Bob Dylan,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.