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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rapeman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
R.M.O.,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erasure,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.