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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bronski Beat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Nico,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.