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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 These Immortal Souls to the funk 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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
Y Pants,
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
Wings,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
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.