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 Malta and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echospace to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.