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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 F. McDonald to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
Index,
the Swans,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
The Flesh Eaters,
OOIOO,
JFA,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.