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 Sierra Leone and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alton Ellis to the funk 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
KRS-One,
June Days,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
The Residents,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
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.