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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aural Exciters to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
DJ Style,
Technova,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
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.