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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Metal Thangz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
Scrapy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
JFA,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.