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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grey Daturas to the punk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a rhodes 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
The Sound,
Q65,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.