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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Hill to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scrapy,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
Magazine,
Roxette,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.