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 Ireland and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Unwound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.