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 Switzerland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
Television,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Bush Tetras,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.