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 South Africa and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
PIL,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.