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 Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
X-102,
Ossler,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
UT,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.