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 St Lucia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Swans,
The Smiths,
Brick,
Neu!,
Erasure,
Pole,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
The Divine Comedy,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.