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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Severed Heads to the disco 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
the Human League,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Brick,
Black Pus,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.