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 Burkina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Tears for Fears 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
June of 44,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Q65,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.