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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 The Blackbyrds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Pole,
Index,
Erasure,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
Quantec,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
Minny Pops,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
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.