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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Q65,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
The Index,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.