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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Bananas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
The Busters,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
Jacques Brel,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
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.