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 Venezuela and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aswad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
The Index,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
Jawbox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
Japan,
The Pretty Things,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
The J.B.'s,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.