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 Andorra and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ohio Players to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jandek,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.