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 Thailand and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television Personalities to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.