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 Moldova and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
Fugazi,
The Litter,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
Swans,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.