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 Croatia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
the Normal,
Little Man,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wings,
Japan,
Cameo,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
JFA,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Niagra,
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.