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 Germany and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Scientists,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Unwound,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.