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 Bahrain and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABBA 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
Cameo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
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.