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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bronski Beat to the punk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Technova,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Easy Going,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
The Wake,
Echospace,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
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.