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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
H. Thieme,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
ABC,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
The Fortunes,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
In Retrospect,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.