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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Fugazi to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.