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 Oman and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
JFA,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
The Sound,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.