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 San Marino and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxette to the disco 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
Faust,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kaleidoscope,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
Rakim,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
Mission of Burma,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.