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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skarface to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
Nas,
Hardrive,
Basic Channel,
Second Layer,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.