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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Index to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.