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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Cosmic Jokers to the jazz 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
Delta 5,
Aaron Thompson,
Blossom Toes,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
Nico,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.