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 Uganda and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Mills,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.