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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Joyce Sims to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
Q65,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
Alphaville,
Yaz,
China Crisis,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.