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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monolake to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.