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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mission of Burma to the techno 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
Bill Near,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
Scrapy,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
The Modern Lovers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
Blake Baxter,
Colin Newman,
Das Ding,
X-102,
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.