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 Jordan and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
Pole,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
X-102,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
David Axelrod,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.