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 Fiji and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Siglo XX to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Ossler,
Lou Christie,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
the Slits,
The Slackers,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
The Residents,
Franke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.