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 Yemen and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joey Negro to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Cluster,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Mark Hollis,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Deakin,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.