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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Television,
Motorama,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
Mantronix,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott Heron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.