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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun City Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nik Kershaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
Smog,
The American Breed,
Black Sheep,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Gong,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.