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 Albania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Seeds to the grunge 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
This Heat,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.