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 Moldova and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slave to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
Adolescents,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.