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 Venezuela and from New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blake Baxter to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
Mars,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.