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 Togo and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Teasers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
MC5,
AZ,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.