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 Liberia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Graham Central Station to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Icehouse,
Bobby Womack,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
Mars,
World's Most,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glenn Branca,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.