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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cymande,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
The Fugs,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.