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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Crime,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
Television,
Howard Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
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.