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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Q65,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.