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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slick Rick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Half Japanese,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Peter and Kerry,
the Germs,
This Heat,
the Human League,
Lungfish,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
Hardrive,
Guru Guru,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mr. Review,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
The Tremeloes,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.