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 Botswana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Index,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
OOIOO,
Babytalk,
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
The Fugs,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
The Evens,
MC5,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
X-102,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.