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 Montenegro and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
The American Breed,
Ronan,
Cameo,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
Gang Starr,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.