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 Nepal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Agitation Free to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
Interpol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visage,
Black Moon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
Eric Copeland,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.