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 Canada and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Don Cherry to the crunk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
AZ,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
Inner City,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.