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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Howard Jones to the rap 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
Massinfluence,
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Residents,
Pylon,
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.