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 Togo and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pantytec to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
Magazine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.