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 Grenada and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Gil Scott Heron to the disco 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Mantronix,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.