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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
The Searchers,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
The Cure,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.