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 Armenia and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amazonics to the funk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scion,
Mars,
Black Pus,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.