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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 The Smiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
DNA,
Moebius,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
Grauzone,
KRS-One,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.