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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 The Martian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
Visage,
the Normal,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.