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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Durutti Column to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
The Slackers,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Flash Fearless,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
Royal Trux,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan,
La Düsseldorf,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.