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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 dance 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
Wire,
Can,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
Cymande,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.