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 Indonesia and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Black Moon to the jazz 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
UT,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
Bluetip,
ABBA,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.