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 Mali and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Con Funk Shun to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Al Stewart,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
Shoche,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.