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 Malta and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 X-102 to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
U.S. Maple,
Josef K,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
Camouflage,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
Harmonia,
Clear Light,
Mr. Review,
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.