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 Antigua and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Royal Trux,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül II,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Joey Negro,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.