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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 T. Rex to the rap 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
Lungfish,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
KRS-One,
10cc,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
Ludus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.