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 Jamaica and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Public Enemy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Mars,
Newcleus,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
MC5,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox,
Barbara Tucker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.