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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Starr to the rock 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.