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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Pus to the rock 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Faust,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.