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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
Scrapy,
DNA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
Can,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.