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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fat Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 a marimba and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
The Names,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
The Victims,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
Alton Ellis,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
Delta 5,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
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.