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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
the Association,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Smog,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.