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 Comoros and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Bananas to the rap 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
Pole,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
Maurizio,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
Can,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.