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 Belgium and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Warsaw to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Television,
Khruangbin,
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
Nico,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.