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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.