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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
ABC,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Index,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
Scientists,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.