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 Azerbaijan 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
Jacob Miller,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
Minutemen,
DNA,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.