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 Chad and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Danielle Patucci to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
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.