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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Moon to the grunge 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mars,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Porter Ricks,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.