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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skaos,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
Essential Logic,
Index,
the Normal,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.