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 South Africa and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
Nas,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.