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 Portugal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Negative Approach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
Bush Tetras,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.