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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Niagra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
Rakim,
CMW,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Trojans,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.