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 Chile and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.