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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Lou Christie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a rhodes 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
Ossler,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magma,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.