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 Serbia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the dance 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
Lyres,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Searchers,
Gabor Szabo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.