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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Unwound to the grunge 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacob Miller,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
Adolescents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.