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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 David Bowie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
The Tremeloes,
The Litter,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
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.