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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 The Beau Brummels to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints,
Reagan Youth,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
Faust,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Alphaville,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
Scion,
Roxette,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
Monks,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Index,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.