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 Burundi and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
Urselle,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
Section 25,
Lalann,
Deakin,
The Evens,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
FM Einheit,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.