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 Malawi and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
Lou Christie,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
Banda Bassotti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.