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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Black Bananas 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Porter Ricks,
Jacques Brel,
LL Cool J,
Joensuu 1685,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.