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 Australia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
Khruangbin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.