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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blancmange to the rap 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
Sonic Youth,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Slave,
Yaz,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Tubeway Army,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.