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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.