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 Barbados and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Fugazi,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
The Gories,
the Normal,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
MC5,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.