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 Haiti and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Yazoo to the grunge 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.