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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magazine to the crunk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.