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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 crunk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
Parry Music,
CMW,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Scrapy,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blancmange,
DNA,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.