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 East Timor and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Kas Product to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.