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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Liliput,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.