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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erykah Badu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
The Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
Franke,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
Cluster,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
H. Thieme,
Fear,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris & Cosey,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.