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 Mexico and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a 808 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Joy Division,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soulsonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
JFA,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.