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 Tonga and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Yellowson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
Oblivians,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.