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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Public Enemy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
The Evens,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.