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 Taiwan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Sam Rivers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
the Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.