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 Zambia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 Man Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
The Cramps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.