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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Magma,
Warsaw,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Mr. Review,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
The Young Rascals,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.