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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Brick,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Mars,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.