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 Israel and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
These Immortal Souls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.