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 Belize and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Görl to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
The Tremeloes,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
Symarip,
The Move,
Faust,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
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.