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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Zapp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Qualms,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.