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 Korea South and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Michelle Simonal to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.