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 Togo and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Silicon Teens to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
John Lydon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
The Evens,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.