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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Arcadia to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
Slave,
Toni Rubio,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.