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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fortunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
Josef K,
Qualms,
Niagra,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.