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 Burundi and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 The Pop Group to the grunge 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
Pantytec,
Bootsy Collins,
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
Skarface,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Roxy Music,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
Franke,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.