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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
H. Thieme,
Can,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
Slave,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warren Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.