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 Ecuador and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grime 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.