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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sarah Menescal to the disco 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
Suicide,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.