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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gang of Four to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
Al Stewart,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.