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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 The Searchers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
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.