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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Audionom,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Foxx,
the Association,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.