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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronan to the crunk 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Moleskins,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
Index,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.