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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Marc Almond to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.