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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Monochrome Set to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Skarface,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Nirvana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
UT,
LL Cool J,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
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.