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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deakin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
Mantronix,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
Monolake,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.