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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camouflage to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Magazine,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nas,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.