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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Boredoms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
Symarip,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
The Motions,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
Cal Tjader,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.