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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
Marc Almond,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
UT,
Scan 7,
the Association,
The Names,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DNA,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.