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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
Jandek,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
Faust,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.