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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Warren Ellis to the rock 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
Grey Daturas,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
CMW,
Davy DMX,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.