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 Guyana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Blackbyrds to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
Fugazi,
X-102,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q65,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
Mars,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
DJ Style,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
AZ,
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.