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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Smiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
Wire,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.