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 Turkey and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 The Saints to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Morten Harket,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.