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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DJ Sneak to the punk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
Niagra,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
Technova,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.