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 Niger and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
Darondo,
the Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
Piero Umiliani,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.