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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Knickerbockers,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.