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 Canada and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mission of Burma to the techno 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
MDC,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
UT,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.