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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Panda Bear to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds,
Motorama,
June of 44,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
The Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.