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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 John Foxx 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
Pole,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
Goldenarms,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.