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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Music Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.