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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Pylon to the funk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
Faust,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
cv313,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
Marmalade,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.