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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Colin Newman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
The Searchers,
Stereo Dub,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
Rapeman,
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Royal Trux,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.