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 Iran and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Gong to the funk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a guitar 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Bluetip,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.