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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
Fear,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.