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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
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 Depeche Mode to the rap 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
Smog,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
Urselle,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.