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 Australia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Supertramp to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
Urselle,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.