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 Belgium and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dark Day,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
Cameo,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Negative Approach,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.