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 Tonga and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Mantronix to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
Slave,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
U.S. Maple,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
Q65,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
Sandy B,
Fela Kuti,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.