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 Botswana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
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 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.