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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Searchers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
Swans,
The Residents,
Lalann,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül II,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.