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 Finland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
John Holt,
Lightning Bolt,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
CMW,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Saints,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.