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 Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skriet to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
Shoche,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
Quantec,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Panda Bear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ten City,
Moby Grape,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
X-102,
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.