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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dennis Brown to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minutemen,
Boredoms,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.