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 Armenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 John Holt to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Wells,
Erykah Badu,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.