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 Uganda and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a 808 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 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of 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.