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 Madagascar and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 UT to the crunk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
June Days,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
the Human League,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Görl,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.