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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
Wally Richardson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
The Names,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.