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 Kosovo 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erykah Badu to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
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.