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 Georgia and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Donny Hathaway to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
Fear,
ABBA,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.