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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bronski Beat to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
Crime,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
Sex Pistols,
Brand Nubian,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.