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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 ABC to the grunge 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
Japan,
Cameo,
The Fall,
The Human League,
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
Scion,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
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.