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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lightning Bolt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
Babytalk,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.