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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
Michelle Simonal,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
China Crisis,
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.