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 Japan and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
Faust,
Young Marble Giants,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
UT,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.