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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Davy DMX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
The Fall,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.