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 Vietnam and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Japan to the disco 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.