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 Malaysia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
World's Most,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
Yazoo,
Wire,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.