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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Steve Hackett to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Zeros,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
MDC,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Roxette,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
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.