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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 the Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.