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 Guatemala and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.