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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nick Fraelich to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
Pantytec,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
Monks,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
Nas,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
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.