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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Easy Going to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
Motorama,
Schoolly D,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.