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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Rekid,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.