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 Angola and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Y Pants to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
Arcadia,
Smog,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
The Motions,
Skarface,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
John Holt,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.