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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sugar Minott to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Josef K,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
The Motions,
Moebius,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.