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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Leaves to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Eddi Front,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.