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 Singapore and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bad Manners,
the Association,
the Sonics,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
Organ,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Sparks,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.