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 Gambia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Scott Walker to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
ABBA,
Grauzone,
Slave,
This Heat,
Organ,
U.S. Maple,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.