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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Crocodile.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
Todd Terry,
Q65,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
DNA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
Franke,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.