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 Kenya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marine Girls to the grime 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.