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 Georgia and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rosa Yemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
JFA,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Drexciya,
Animal Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
Siglo XX,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.