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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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?
Harmonia,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Easy Going,
Andrew Hill,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.