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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jandek to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.