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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
The Victims,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.