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 Laos and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Liliput to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
The Searchers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
The Velvet Underground,
June of 44,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
Organ,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Zeros,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.