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 Libya and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Camberwell Now 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
David Axelrod,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Gong,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.