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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
the Association,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.