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 Singapore and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Public Enemy to the funk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
Arcadia,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
JFA,
The Mummies,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
Surgeon,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
10cc,
Monks,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.