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 Moldova and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Lungfish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
Franke,
Wire,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
Symarip,
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
10cc,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
Rakim,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.