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 Portugal and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Newcleus to the rock 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
Nico,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
Echospace,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick May,
Radiohead,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Byron Stingily,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.