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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Association to the rock 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
JFA,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
AZ,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anthony Braxton,
Desert Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
The Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.