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 Burundi and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sarah Menescal to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
Magazine,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Roxette,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
Q65,
Main Source,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.