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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Technova to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
World's Most,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
Al Stewart,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
The Leaves,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
Swans,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
Radio Birdman,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.