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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 10cc to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL 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?
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.