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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantytec to the jazz 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
Smog,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Victims,
X-102,
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.