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 France and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 The Offenders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Almond,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Au Pairs,
Pantaleimon,
Q65,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
Roxette,
Index,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
Nas,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
Kayak,
MDC,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.