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 Taiwan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Hashim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Black Dice,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.