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 Iceland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arcadia to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
Monolake,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.