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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ronnie Foster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
AZ,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
Zapp,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
Liliput,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.