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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Be Bop Deluxe 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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
AZ,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Desert Stars,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Swans,
The Evens,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.