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 Colombia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a güiro 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
The Move,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
cv313,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
Chrome,
AZ,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates,
Public Enemy,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.