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 Iceland and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
Sister Nancy,
Panda Bear,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.