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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ponytail to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an organ 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
This Heat,
Chrome,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front,
The Velvet Underground,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
Hoover,
the Association,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Smog,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
Altered Images,
Ossler,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.