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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Michelle Simonal to the disco 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
Outsiders,
Morten Harket,
Brick,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.