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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Archie Shepp to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
Oblivians,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.