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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Grey Daturas to the techno 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
MDC,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
Faraquet,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.