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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Cal Tjader to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
Lower 48,
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.