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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Kayak 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.