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 Somalia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Modern Lovers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
Sparks,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
Max Romeo,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
David McCallum,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.