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 Djibouti and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
a-ha,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
X-102,
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.