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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Index to the rap 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
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.