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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
Echospace,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.