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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Stetsasonic 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hasil Adkins,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
The Offenders,
10cc,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
UT,
The Names,
Sandy B,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
Nico,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.