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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Model 500 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.