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 Panama and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Erasure to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
Wire,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Urselle,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.