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 Barbados and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.