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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Joyce Sims 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.