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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
DJ Style,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.