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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
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.