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 Egypt and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Goldenarms to the dance 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
Nico,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.