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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Second Layer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Magma,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Susan Cadogan,
Youth Brigade,
Godley & Creme,
the Slits,
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.