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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Divine Comedy to the rock 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.