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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Negative Approach to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
The Slackers,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
X-101,
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.