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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Leaves to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
The United States of America,
Fear,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
Shoche,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quadrant,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.