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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blackbyrds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.