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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra to the disco 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
Saccharine Trust,
Smog,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
Josef K,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.