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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Misunderstood to the crunk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
Yaz,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.