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 Indonesia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 CBGB's.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.