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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sarah Menescal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.