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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Altered Images to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Slave,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
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.