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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Blake Baxter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.