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 Burundi and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fatback Band to the punk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
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.