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 Honduras and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zapp to the grime 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.