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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Mantronix to the rock 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
X-102,
Malaria!,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
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.