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 France and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zero Boys to the grime 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
EPMD,
John Foxx,
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Eden Ahbez,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Aswad,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.