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 Greece 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
Joey Negro,
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.