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 Niger and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Chris Corsano to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Au Pairs,
UT,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.