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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in 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 Steve Hackett to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
Crime,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.