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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Funky Four + One to the dance 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a mellotron 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slave,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Skriet,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.