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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.