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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
Colin Newman,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
Nas,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
X-101,
CMW,
ABC,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
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.