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 Uzbekistan and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse to the jazz 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
Sparks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
Infiniti,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
Camouflage,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.