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 Spain and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flipper to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
Fear,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.