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 Senegal and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 New Age Steppers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
World's Most,
The Martian,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
LL Cool J,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
Television,
Parry Music,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.