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 Haiti and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kas Product to the punk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispian St. Peters,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
Brick,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magazine,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.