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 South Sudan and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Basic Channel to the grunge 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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.