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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Panda Bear,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
Max Romeo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
The Fire Engines,
Symarip,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.