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 Congo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Harry Pussy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Rod Modell,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
Lucky Dragons,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association,
FM Einheit,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.