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 Hungary and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the punk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
Symarip,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Franke,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.