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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Panda Bear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Wings,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
The Offenders,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
DNA,
Yaz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.