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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pagans 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
DNA,
Nas,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.