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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Max Romeo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Unwound,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Pole,
Model 500,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.