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 Malta and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Max Romeo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
The Standells,
Smog,
Animal Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
Magazine,
The Smiths,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.