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 Monaco and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Fat Boys to the grime 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Organ,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.