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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Youth Brigade 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
The Trojans,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Mars,
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.