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 the UAE and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 grunge 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
Brick,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.