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 St Lucia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Pantaleimon,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Barry Ungar,
X-101,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sound,
Pagans,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.