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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Schoolly D to the techno 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
Intrusion,
PIL,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
Babytalk,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Copeland,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
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.