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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
Pylon,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
Brick,
Rekid,
The Associates,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
Infiniti,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Half Japanese,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
The Index,
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.