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 Belarus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a güiro 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
Ludus,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.