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 Macedonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
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 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
The Slits,
Index,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.