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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Spoonie Gee 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.