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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Black Pus,
Crispian St. Peters,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.