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 Cyprus and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Shoche to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
The Star Department,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
Outsiders,
AZ,
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.