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 Cuba and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Scion,
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
Pylon,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.