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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Siglo XX to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bauhaus,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.