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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flash Fearless to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
Minor Threat,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.