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 Uzbekistan and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deepchord to the disco 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Parry Music,
Technova,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Buzzcocks,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
Lakeside,
Fear,
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.