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 China and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Colin Newman to the disco 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Josef K,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.