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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bauhaus to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Wire,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
The Blues Magoos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.