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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 The Flesh Eaters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
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.