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 Australia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Talk Talk to the funk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
EPMD,
Ituana,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.