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 Panama and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
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.