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 Libya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
Albert Ayler,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
the Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
JFA,
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.