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 Japan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fatback Band to the rap 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
Gong,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.