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 Burundi and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Ronan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
Faust,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.