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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Faraquet to the disco 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
Faust,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.