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 Namibia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pulsallama to the rap 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
Bronski Beat,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
Flipper,
Intrusion,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
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.