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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ultravox to the techno 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Pere Ubu,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
Yaz,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.