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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 One Last Wish to the grime 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
Excepter,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
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.