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 Liberia and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
Erasure,
Urselle,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick Morgan,
Pole,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.