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 Ukraine and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eddi Front to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche,
The Standells,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
Kool Moe Dee,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
a-ha,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
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.