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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Oneida to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
Q65,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
X-102,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.