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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Motorama,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Funkadelic,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.