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 Israel and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Von Mondo to the electroclash 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
Yaz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
Cluster,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
Maurizio,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
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.