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 Andorra and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
The Vogues,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aswad,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
Can,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
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.