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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
The Monks,
Robert Hood,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.