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 Mali and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Guru Guru to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.