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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.