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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Rites of Spring to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
Wings,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
The Index,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
a-ha,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
Q65,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
Darondo,
Pole,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.