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 Turkey and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skriet to the electroclash 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Excepter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MDC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.