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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Parry Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket 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?
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
Can,
Average White Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
Mars,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
Whodini,
Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.