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 Djibouti and from London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Echospace to the rap 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
Sparks,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.