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 Zambia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Raincoats to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
Hoover,
Half Japanese,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
Nas,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.