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 Portugal and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Visage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Association,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.