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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dark Day to the punk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
Wings,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.