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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Aswad to the crunk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
Scratch Acid,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
Technova,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
Rekid,
the Swans,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.