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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
La Düsseldorf,
The Offenders,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
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.