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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Accadde A to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
Hoover,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.