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 Palau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young,
Pole,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.