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 Mongolia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Oblivians to the crunk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The J.B.'s,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.