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 Guyana and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Main Source to the grunge 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
The Techniques,
Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.