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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Japan to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
Neu!,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
The Cure,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.