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 Denmark and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Darondo to the crunk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Howard Jones,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
Michelle Simonal,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
Whodini,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
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.