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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ossler 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a synthesizer 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.