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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
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 theremin 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
CMW,
The Fugs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.