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 Korea North and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 the Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
Supertramp,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.