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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Aswad 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Franke,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
Los Fastidios,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
Bill Near,
Eve St. Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultravox,
Q65,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.