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 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stetsasonic to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Gregory Isaacs,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.