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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
Derrick Morgan,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
Organ,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
Q65,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
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.