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 El Salvador and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Altered Images to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Nik Kershaw,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
Hashim,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
Inner City,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
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.