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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 X-102 to the rock 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
Niagra,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cecil Taylor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
Supertramp,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
Pylon,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
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.