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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
the Normal,
Smog,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
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.