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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
Amazonics,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monks,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.